Post by starlightspoint7 on Mar 6, 2009 18:10:11 GMT -5
Give me Liberty or Give me Death
Name;; Liberty
Breed;; Friesian
Appearence;; Black mane, tail, body and brown eyes
Height;; 16 hands
Gender;; Stallion
Age;; 6
Alliance;; Dark
History;; Hooves colliding with dirt, stars and moon his guide. He moves only at night, choosing his path wisely. Always a young horse, Starlight is not one to play games with. Really who is the mastermind here? Stare into his eyes my friend and you shall see his dark past, but only then will you truly believe he is real.
Sample Post;; Hooves pounded against terrain. Teardrops flared, optics burning with passion. The sound of his lethal weapons hitting the terrain echoed throughout the valley. Soon after the cry of the devil was heard as he was out to kill. Clods of dirt flung in the air as poles carried him faster towards the other. Dirt flung up as lethal weapons lashed out to make bodies connect. The other falling before his optics. Nape arched as he pranced forward to receive his prize. Of course it was a mare you see, for only then does he fight another. Stealing isn't what he would call it.. just replacing the old stallion with a new, stronger, better stallion. His harks flicked as he pranced forwards. Light bay pelt shone as he nipped at the mares flank. He earned his prize well and now, it was up to him with what he would do with her future.
Name;; Liberty
Breed;; Friesian
Appearence;; Black mane, tail, body and brown eyes
Height;; 16 hands
Gender;; Stallion
Age;; 6
Alliance;; Dark
History;; Hooves colliding with dirt, stars and moon his guide. He moves only at night, choosing his path wisely. Always a young horse, Starlight is not one to play games with. Really who is the mastermind here? Stare into his eyes my friend and you shall see his dark past, but only then will you truly believe he is real.
Sample Post;; Hooves pounded against terrain. Teardrops flared, optics burning with passion. The sound of his lethal weapons hitting the terrain echoed throughout the valley. Soon after the cry of the devil was heard as he was out to kill. Clods of dirt flung in the air as poles carried him faster towards the other. Dirt flung up as lethal weapons lashed out to make bodies connect. The other falling before his optics. Nape arched as he pranced forward to receive his prize. Of course it was a mare you see, for only then does he fight another. Stealing isn't what he would call it.. just replacing the old stallion with a new, stronger, better stallion. His harks flicked as he pranced forwards. Light bay pelt shone as he nipped at the mares flank. He earned his prize well and now, it was up to him with what he would do with her future.